However, when she realized this, she felt a wave of fear in her heart. "But me? My identity... You don't know me at all, where I come from, who is in my family, and who am I..." Yang Tao's voice suddenly became sharp. She couldn't control her emotions. The pain and fear she had suppressed for three years completely broke out at this moment.
That night in the mansion, the scene of a river of blood flashed before her eyes. It was a nightmare that she could never forget. She didn't know how to face such a past, let alone how to accept his feelings.
After shouting, Yang Tao seemed to have lost all his strength and squatted down helplessly, holding his knees with both hands, his body trembling slightly.
"I don't care." Qi Wenyan's voice sounded again, this time with a hint of firmness in his tone. He slowly knelt down and gently hugged the trembling girl, as if she were the most precious treasure in the world.
"I only care about you." His words were like spring breeze blowing on your face, warm and gentle.
The sun shines on them, forming a beautiful picture. Qi Wenyan lowered his head and gently kissed away the tears from the corners of Yang Tao's eyes. Yang Tao closed her eyes tightly, feeling his warmth and love, and the ice in her heart seemed to begin to melt little by little at this moment.
